Gaston didn't have any suggestions regarding the deer. But he did have quite a good bit to say regarding Belle. In fact, all the way to the tavern he would not shut his mouth about Belle.
I was seemingly being used as a Belle proxy, because every infuriated cry of anger he intended for Belle was directed towards me. Gee, I thought annoyedly, why don't I just dress up like her and you can marry me? Since apparently I am her, anyway.
Finally, we arrived at the tavern, Gaston still in mid-rant. I decided that the only way to keep him calm was to impress him with how amazing he was.
And so I tilted my head back and began to trill a song about how Gaston was the most incredible man in the world. It wasn't terribly hard to come up with the words, the only difficulty was choosing what to put in the song, because Gaston was the best at SO MUCH.
By the end, Gaston had gotten into the act, and he had seemingly forgotten all about that silly Belle.
And then Belle's crazy inventor father had to burst in. Why was he at the tavern, anyway? I thought to myself irritably, doesn't he have some INVENTION to work on?
Then he started ranting and raving about how a beast had Belle locked in a dungeon. If only, I thought to myself, then PERHAPS I would not have to hear about her so often. When the cronies threw the crazy old man out, I thought we'd finally solved that problem. However, instead, Gaston turned to me with that crease in his chin he would get when he thought of something really smart.
"Crazy old Maurice, eh…" And then he explained a plan to me in my ear. It would work, of course. I mean, it was Gaston's plan. And no one plots like Gaston…